Dear faithful readers, writers, friends, I am thrilled to announce that my second internationally published book has just been released! ...

Contributed by guest author, John York One of the things I love most about writing is the connection to other authors. Often, these...

It was about 10:30 pm when I heard the first scream erupt from our kitchen. I had been examining my image in the bathroom mirror. “Damn,...

Art by Mary Engelbreit The first time I thought about the phrase, “The Golden Years” was at the Life Enrichment Center. As I was washing...

My family was visiting from Brooklyn and Philadelphia during spring break. They hadn't visited recently. In the span between visits Tim...

I have always been an avid birdwatcher or Bird Nerd, as some call me. I love the varying bird seasons: meeting, courting, nesting,...

On April 16 we were visiting Tim’s Alma Mata, the University of West Florida, Pensacola. We were also excited to revisit our favorite...

I sat on the antique loveseat in Ava, my accountant's office. I noticed the changes in the room which had occurred over the years. The...

Since 2005 Tim and I have lived in our little nest, our first home together. Being the more social of the two of us (and the nosier, as I...

Have you ever returned to a restaurant or place where something special happened? Maybe it was your first date, your first meal together,...

My addiction began on March 22, 1958. I was seven years old. It was less than five months prior to my daddy’s death. This Sunday had...

When I lived in Vermont I always had a Line of Hearts. It is a vine with heart-shaped leaves. The heart leaves grow from strange looking...

Twelve years ago I visited Costa Rica with a dear friend who was trying to escape an abusive relationship. She never did. Recently I...

I had been discouraged and derailed by my lack of creative output in words. I sit and stare at a blank yellow legal pad, thin green lines...

Publix is my luxury go-to market. Usually I shop at Walmart, Save A Lot and the Tasty-Cake bread store. We are thrifty. When I am feeling...

The first illness I remember, Measles, dinner with Raggedy Ann, Great Neck, 1953 in my parent's bed, a rare treat In the continuing wake...

In December, 2005, Tim and I moved the contents of our two homes, our shop, the “Funky Bazaar” and Tim’s Art Studio, “Funky As A Monkey”...

I am thrilled to announce I have signed a contract with my publisher, Austin Macauley, to internationally publish my second book, Raising...

Dear Readers, The greatest treasures about writing are the comments from my readers, who relate to my memories, and share their own. My...

Seize the Soap! A friend of many years advised me as I was exploring gift ideas for my women friends: “So, what’s so hard about buying a...